Outlines of Zuñi Creation Myths: Thirteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1891-1892, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1896, pages 321-448Cushing, Frank Hamilton
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Outlines of Zuñi Creation Myths: Thirteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1891-1892, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1896, pages 321-448
Cushing, Frank Hamilton
Zuni mythology
To the left, grouped around a great world-bowl, clad in broidered
cotton vestment, were a splendid band of players, long flutes in their
hands and the adornments of god-priests on their faces and persons. In
their midst, too, was a drummer and also a bearer of the song-staff;
aged, they, and dignified with years.
Paíyatuma scattered a line of pollen on the floor, and folding his
arms strode to the rear of the cavern, then turned him about and with
straightened mien (_tsámo‘hlanishi_), advanced again. Following him,
lo, and behold! came seven maidens beauteous like to the Maidens of
Corn, but taller and fainter of form. Like to them also in costume,
yet differing somewhat in the hue of the mantles they wore. And in
their hands they carried, not tablets of the sun, moon, and each her
star with cross symbol of the Corn priests above them, but, verily,
wands of cottonwood from the branchlets and buds of which tiny clouds
flowed forth.
"These be the sisters of our Maidens of Corn, of the House of the
Stars, seen these too, as they, so these more faintly, as, when above
are seen the stars of the House of Seven, others seven are seen below
in the waters. Like in form of gesture is their dance custom, but
fertile not of the seed, but of the water of life wherewith the seed is
quickened," said Paíyatuma.
He lifted his flute, then took his place in the line of the dancers,
as the _yä´poto_ does in the line of the Corn dance. The drum sounded
until the cavern shook as with thunder. The flutes sang and sighed as
the wind in a wooded canyon whilst still the storm is distant. White
mists floated up from the wands of the maidens and mingled with the
breath of the flutes over the terraced world-bowl, above which sported
the butterflies of Summerland, about the dress of the Rainbow in the
strange blue light of the night.
Awed and entranced with the beauty of it were the Priests of the Bow,
insomuch that when they arose to go they feared to speak their further
message. But Paíyatuma, smiling, gave them his breath with his hands
and said, "Go ye the way before, telling the fathers of our custom, and
straightway we will follow."
THE PREPARATIONS FOR THE COMING OF PAÍYATUMA AND HIS PEOPLE OF THE
FLUTE.
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